You're Shit At Lying

Chapter 54 - Gamer Reflexes

TALIA'S POV:
We'd been sitting with a few of the boys for about half an hour, and our food had only just arrived. I thanked the delivery man once he handed me the one and only thing I'd wanted for the past eight hours. As I placed the precious cargo in front of us, I saw Harry stop at the bottom of the stairs. I looked to him, and instantly panicked as I realised the amount of food there was beside me. He seemed to notice, "It's okay, you are aloud to eat" he
giggled slightly, but I could tell it was forced. Though anyway, I ushered him over, to take a seat next to me. Deep down I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I was high on starvation or whatever, and I had no clue how he managed to do this so often. Shortly after, another knock on the door disturbed our light conversation. "I'll get it!" a slightly tipsy Jj excitedly exclaimed, as he stumbled past me and to the
huge oak doors.

SIMON'S POV:
"PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA!" He shouted in his god awful Nigerian accent, as he spun back into the room, bumping into Ethan, causing him to spill his drink. Laughter then filled the room as they swapped insults, only stopping after Ethan playfully pushed jj, causing him to fall onto the floor. After everything had settled down, the boxes were open and placed in the middle of the table. I tried to grab a piece before anyone else, wanting to rub it in their face, but
Vikk beat me to it. "Gamer reflexes" He said smugly, obviously proud of himself, as I had used that as an insult to him in a football video recently, claiming that the reason he kept missing the ball was because of him so called 'gamer reflexes'. I jokingly pushed him away, and he then retaliated, only using a bit too much force, causing me too fall off my chair.
Once again, the room erupted into a fit of laughter, as I held my head faking to be in an extreme amount of pain. As I got back in my seat, everyone was still laughing to themselves, all except Harry of course. I looked to him, as he played with his hands, he seemed agitated by something. He was thinking about something and it was bothering him. Weather it was the pizza, or something else completely different, I didn't know, but I did know one thing, and that was that I didn't want to see it. After a few more minutes, I couldn't put up with it anymore, so i got a drink out of the massively over sized fridge, and looked to him. "Harry," I whispered slightly, the others were all in conversations with each other and luckily, didn't pay any attention to what i was saying.
"Wanna go upstairs?" I basically mouthed, as he looked back to me, not wanting to attract much attention to myself, or Harry, as I just knew he would hate that. He gave me an questioning look, but then nodded back to me.